I took my drink with me. It was the only thing I could think of to steady my nerves. I’d already gone into full on idiot mode, my anxiety making me talk nonsense in a continual stream. It was nice to make him laugh though. He looked so serious until his face cracked.

But then he had to use the word orgasm. Of course he couldn’t know I’d never had one. Not even my mum knew that.

It wasn’t that I hadn’t tried. I’d just never managed it somehow, either with the very few men in my life or on my own. I was too embarrassed to mention it to any of my friends, I knew they’d laugh at me.

When we stood up, I knew I should leave the house. Once I went through that side door with him, there’d be no turning back. Instead of the billionaire seducing the innocent girl, I’d managed to hook up with the doorman. That was about right for me.

I knew I should leave but I didn’t. For one thing, I still had no idea how I was getting home. For another, I liked him. He was hot to look at, he didn’t talk down to me, and he had a commanding tone to his voice that appeared at certain key moments. That tone made me melt inside, made me want to grovel at his feet and obey his every command. I had come here to have an experience and I was going to have one.

I almost changed my mind when I saw the room. It was filled with things that would have made Christian Grey blush. I hardly recognised any of them. “Oh my,” was all I could say as my companion turned to face me.

“Put your drink down,” he said.

I set it on the low table next to the door, wondering if it was too late to leave. “What now?” I asked, hating how timid my voice sounded. I was supposed to be a vamp for the evening, sexually experienced, a man eater. Instead I was shaking inside and felt sick.

He walked across to me, standing so close I tried to move back, bumping into the wall behind me. “Now I do this,” he said, reaching out. His fingers hooked into the shoulders of my dress, slipping the fabric slowly down my arms. For a brief moment, I considered telling him to stop but I didn’t. I couldn’t say anything at all. I was too scared.

I’d dreamed of something like this happening, of a hot stranger stripping me. I’d even dreamed of having my clothes torn from my body before being ravished. But it was quite different in reality. My hands were shaking, I felt dizzy, I thought I might pass out as the dress slid down to the floor.

I wasn’t wearing panties, the only way to ensure no VPL in the gown. So as the dress hit the floor, I was left in just my heels. I automatically moved my hands in front of me, twisting my body to try to keep my modesty, feeling myself under very close examination.

“Lay there,” he said, motioning towards a low wooden table, various bolts and clips attached to it.

I had to force my feet to move, they felt like lead weights and for a moment I thought I’d forgotten how to walk. Somehow I made it across to the table, feeling his eyes burning into my ass as I climbed up and turned, the cold varnish of the wood making me shiver as I lay down, my neck craned up so I could look at him. I gulped before speaking, “Now what?”

“Now this,” he said, lifting a silk scarf from under the table. He tied it around my right ankle, strapping it down to one of the many hoops to choose from. I watched him intently, unable to look away.

He took his time with my other ankle, sliding the scarf up and down my leg before binding it in the same way as the first. The knots were loose enough to leave me room to shuffle but there was no way I could free my legs without his help.

“You’re not going to hurt me are you?” I asked nervously.

“That depends if you want me to,” he replied, an ominous tone to his voice.

I should have felt frightened by that remark but I didn’t. The thought of his hand smacking down on my ass while calling me a bad girl made me tingle inside instead.

He moved up the table with another scarf, letting it fall across my body as he walked, the sensation of it almost too much to take. This one he wrapped around my head, leaving me blindfolded whilst he tied my wrists down to the table.

“Now we can begin,” he said.

With my vision gone, the sudden sound of rustling clothes was incredibly loud. What was he doing?

I realised a moment later when something brushed over my face. It was hot and hard and when it slid past my lips I gasped. It was his cock. It was rock hard and I could smell the scent of pure man. It made my insides wake up with desire. Out of nowhere, I wanted it in my mouth, a need that seemed to have woken up, like it had always been in me. I wanted it, I needed it.

He didn’t give in to my desire. I opened my mouth and tried to reach for it, but he just slid it around my lips, ignoring my protruding tongue.

Then there was nothing. No sound at all. The seconds ticked by and I could only wait.

I jolted my leg when all of a sudden something touched my ankle. It was something soft, either another scarf or perhaps a feather. It moved up my leg, past my knee, over my thigh. Then I tensed up but it didn’t hit the spot I thought, moving over my stomach to instead circle my nipples.

That was the theme of the next few minutes. Every single time I thought I could predict what was going to happen, he did something else. The soft touch covered my entire body in frustratingly slow movements. My nipples ached, rock hard and needing a firm grip on them. Instead there was only that slow softness.

Something else touched me and I gasped from the cold of it. An ice cube?

It was, dripping and melting as it moved down my stomach, a rivulet of water running over my clit, making me moan out loud.

He didn’t speak as he did this. He was completely silent. There was just my heavy breathing filling the air as at last his hands touched me.

He was coated in something slippery, gliding up my ankles, moving closer to my thighs. I rocked my hips in place, fighting my bonds as he drew nearer to my pussy. But then he passed it by, gliding across my stomach and up to my neck.

Just briefly, he squeezed my throat, reminding me that I was completely in his power. Then as I started to get frightened, his hand moved away and in the same moment he took my left nipple into his mouth, gliding his tongue over it, sucking slightly, driving me wild.

He tugged at my right nipple at the same time, swapping a moment later while I tried to keep calm. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought I might pass out but then I melted completely.

His kisses moved down my stomach and he landed a tiny embrace on my clit before moving away again, leaving me aching for his touch to return. I shifted in place and was about to beg him to come back when a button clicked.

A vibrator was on my clit. It had come from nowhere and the sensation made me jump in shock. The motion of it was enough to take away the edge of my burning need, sending pleasure through me as he circled my clit slowly, occasionally moving down my pussy and then back up, never staying still for more than a second.

A finger stroked my thigh as he continued to move the vibrator, easing into my wetness so easily I felt ashamed by my own desire. The finger in me explored my inner walls, rocking and twisting in place as I felt a heavy something growing inside me.

Was this it? Was I finally going to do it? This was like nothing I’d ever known. But I’d never had the patience on my own to take this long, I’d have given up by now.

He didn’t give up and I had no say in the matter. I was tied in place as he began to thrust his finger back and forth, the vibrator pulsing faster as he hit another button on it without stopping.

The heaviness grew, an almost painful weight of feeling inside my body. I felt like I was going to burst, suddenly thinking I might pee. But then it happened and I lost any worries and fears about it. I didn’t care about anything but the edge of whatever he was keeping me on and getting past it.

I swore, I knew that much. I muttered curses, telling him to go faster, harder, do more, give it to me. He obliged, moving faster as the wall I hit suddenly crashed down and a climax burst through it.

I couldn’t breathe anymore. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t do anything but shake in place, unable to handle the pleasure coursing through me, feeling I could take no more of it.

The waves of delight slowly faded as he moved the vibe away. Even as I fought for breath, his lips lightly brushed over mine and then he was untying my wrists.

I sat up shakily, needing his help. He took the blindfold from me before undoing the knots around my ankles. I blinked at him, bringing him into focus as my body continued to tingle with pleasure. “I’ve never done that before,” I admitted, the words out before I could stop them.

“What, been tied to a table?”

I shook my head. “An orgasm. No one has ever given me one before.”

“That’s a shame,” he replied as he helped me to my feet. “It was a beautiful sight.”

“I shouldn’t have done it,” I said, shaking me head.

Reality was coming crashing in like the hangover after a drunken night out. What had I done? I’d let a stranger strip me? I’d acted like a whore, getting drunk and naked at a party. I was ashamed of myself . “We shouldn’t have done that.”

I picked up the glass of whiskey and emptied the contents, hoping the fiery liquid would ease the guilt I felt clawing at my brain.

A wave of dizziness washed over me. I felt him catching me as I stumbled and fell but then I felt nothing at all.